Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.